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Oh, fine.

You're right on time.

Run into this, uh, back room here.

My things in this room will be packed

and ready to go by noon tomorrow.

You want a sign here?

Fine.

Right here?

Thank you, sir.

See you noon tomorrow.

Thank you.

Fine.

I didn't really believe it.

Not until now.

You're actually going to do it, aren't you?

Pack up all our things and ship them

off to her.

My things.

Not our things.

Why did you come back, Jack?

Just to get all your junk?

Is that why you came back?

Just for, just for all this?

Well, these are my things and they're not

junk.

I mean, you could have sent someone.

Even the moving people.

You could have written.

I would have sent someone.

I never write letters.

Oh, that's right.

You don't.

A whole year in Australia, not a line.

Not even a postcard.

Well, I phoned several times at night.

Yes, you did.

You did call.

The first time you called to tell me

that you missed me desperately and loved me

terribly and couldn't possibly live without me.

That was the first call.

I lived on that one for months.

I can still remember every word of it.

And then the last call.

Yesterday.

That was the one that went, hi, I'm

in town.

How are you?

Can you put me up?

Could I put you up?

My God, we lived together for three years.

We were practically married and you ask if

I can put you up?

How should I have said it?

Well, you might have told me about her,

for starters.

You could have said, by the way, darling,

there's this little bit of blonde fluff in

Australia I've met I'm crazy about.

She is blonde, isn't she?

Patricia?

She's blonde.

You know what I thought when you called?

I thought, well, remember how peculiar he is.

I mean, he's out of touch.

That's just his way.

But now he's back because he loves me

and we're going to get married and everything's

going to be just like it always was,

only better.

I never once said anything about getting married.

No, you didn't.

Nor about Patricia, either.

Oh, I got around to telling you about

her.

But first you took me to bed.

And it was wonderful.

It was wonderful, just like it always was.

And then you sat up and lit a

cigarette.

I remember that.

The cigarette.

That's when you told me about her.

And when you told me, everything just went

smash.

I felt like I'd been kicked in the

face.

Do you know what that's like, to be

kicked in the face?

No.

But that's a pretty mean right cross you've

got there.

I hardly even touched you.

I wish I'd killed you.

All these things.

I looked after all these things for you.

So carefully.

And now you're just going to pack them

up and ship them off to her?

The things that we lived with?

Do you know what I used to do?

I used to look at all these things

and think, oh, Jack loves this piece.

Or Jack likes this piece just so.

Or Jack and I bought that piece when

we...

Oh, my God, I don't believe it.

Well, you can keep the big stuff.

The piano, the couch.

Especially the couch.

I tried sleeping on it last night after...

If you're going to throw anything else, will

you try and miss the Lowry?

I paid quite a lot of money for

it.

Oh, Jack!

That's it, will you shut up?

For God's sake, shut up!

Well, what are we going to have for

dinner?

Dinner?

You don't really expect me to cook for

you.

Well, I thought it might be both the

civilised and practical thing to do.

We have to eat.

Go open a can.

You're being awfully unreasonable.

Unreasonable?

I'm supposed to sit here quietly while you

pack up all our things and ship them

off to some woman halfway around the world?

Not our things, my things.

You know what I hope happens?

I hope the boat sinks and all your

precious junk with it.

Look, get something through your head.

It's finished.

Over.

I'll be out of here by noon tomorrow.

This place will be yours for the next

two months.

The lease is paid up until then.

After that, you can do what you want

to do.

I really don't need any more of that

scorned woman routine of yours.

Okay, okay.

Okay, it's over.

Would you do me a favour?

What?

Just explain something to me.

Explain what?

Explain to me how a man can leave

a woman for a year, come back, make

love, and two seconds later tell her he's

leaving for another woman.

Just explain that to me, Jack, and I'm

not going to say another word.

There's nothing to explain.

It's just the way I am.

What a rotten way that must be.

I mean, are you sure you don't feel,

you don't feel anything?

Not even a twinge of remorse?

Not the slightest hint of regret?

I don't know how many times I have

to say this, but I'm going to try

one more time.

It's over.

We're through.

A put.

Fini.

Where are you going?

Out to get something to eat.

But you'll be back?

Tonight, certainly.

To sleep?

I don't get any ideas.

As far as I'm concerned, this is just

a cheap place to crash, nothing more.

I could lock you out.

Don't try.

The lease is in my name.

If you lock me out, I'll have the

cops down here in two minutes.

I just don't understand what's happened.

Well, it's simple.

Things end.

And when two lovers woo They still say

I love you On that you can rely

No matter what the future brings As time

goes by Jack.

Jack.

Go away, Betsy.

I'm tired.

Jack, please.

What?

I'm sorry I said all those things.

I'm sorry I hit you and threw the

statue.

You said it's over, okay?

I accept that.

I accept it now.

I just...

I just don't want it to end so

badly.

Well, maybe I shouldn't have done it the

way I did.

Maybe I should have been a little more

diplomatic.

Yeah, I'd really appreciate it now if you'd

just go away and let me get some

sleep.

You don't understand, do you?

Understand what?

Get the hell out of here and stay

out!

You almost finished?

Almost.

Looks a little different, doesn't it?

Yes, a little.

Jack, I'm sorry about last night.

Whatever possessed you...

Oh, never mind.

Forget it.

Can I help you with anything?

Nope.

It's all done.

You're forgetting this.

No, I didn't forget that.

You always liked it, so I'm leaving it.

A memento.

I don't want any mementos.

Remember where we got it?

That little shop in Chelsea?

Yeah, it was raining.

That's right.

And we didn't have an umbrella, so we

ducked in and that little round man with

the funny high voice gave us tea.

Those were the good times.

They were the best times.

Yeah.

You know they could be that way again?

I could change, Jack.

I could be whatever you want me to

be.

Change?

Yes, I could change.

You really think you could?

How?

Tell me how you'd change.

Well, in all sorts of ways.

I could take some courses.

I could help you with your work.

I could work on my moves, help you

with yours.

You know, we could do things together.

I would be completely different.

Yeah, you certainly would be.

You'd be almost unrecognisable.

You don't think I could change?

I don't know.

I think maybe you could, but take time,

help.

Okay, what kind of help?

Well, there's all kinds.

Individual counselling, group therapy.

You think I need that?

I mean, you really think that would help?

Well, if you really want to change, there's

no harm in getting expert advice.

What if I started today?

What if I went right to the phone

right now and made love to you?

With whom?

Well, I don't know.

A doctor.

Maybe even a psychiatrist.

If I did that right now, right this

instant, would you stay?

Could we try again?

No.

You don't think I could change?

No, I didn't say that.

You're not going to wait around to find

out.

Well, it's just as well.

I don't know how I'd pay for it

anyway.

I understand therapy's very expensive.

Do you know what I have left in

the bank, Jack?

$432 in change.

Do you know what I had when we

met?

I was an heiress.

You were never an heiress, Betsy.

Wasn't I?

Well, I know you spent my money like

I was.

All those trips to Europe and Mexico.

Tell me, is your new friend in Australia

rich?

No, she works for a little.

Oh, does she?

Well, what does she do?

A shop girl, barmaid, an airline stewardess.

You're dying to know all about her, aren't

you?

Yes, of course I am.

Okay, I'll tell you about her.

For one thing, she's got her head screwed

on straight, very straight.

She's not one person in the morning, another

at noon, yet another at night.

When I get up in the morning, I

don't have to worry about who's going to

be getting up on the other side of

the bed that day.

In other words, she's not the least bit

like me.

Not in the least.

And this paragon of sound common sense and

unfailing good humour is going to marry you.

Yes, me.

Well, I don't remember saying anything all that

funny.

Yes, you did.

You said this wonderful little creature's going to

marry you.

Well, I was thinking about all the surprises

that are in store for her.

I mean, I know she's going to be

completely delighted with your disappearances.

The ones that go on days and weeks.

Sometimes even months.

And just think how ecstatic she'll be when

she first encounters those brooding silences of yours.

The ones where you don't open your mouth

from one week to the next.

Well, you seem to put up with me

without too many complaints.

Yes, but then I'm a little bit disturbed,

as you so kindly said.

So, when does this wedding take place?

Two months?

Yes, two months.

Right.

First you have to go to Europe for

research.

I mean, you do have to use that

grant after all the finagling you did to

get it.

Well, you don't turn grants down.

Not if you want to get more.

No, you were always very good at that,

Jack.

Grantsmanship, I mean.

And just think, all these little trinkets will

be arriving just about the same time you

do.

And what fun you two are going to

have unpacking.

You must tell her the storey behind each

piece.

You can make it up.

Oh, and don't forget to tell her about

this piece.

About the little man in Chelsea, the quaint

shop, the rain, and me.

Don't forget to tell her about me.

You know, I think I will write her

a note.

No, not about you.

About something else.

How does this sound?

All of this is for you, darling Patricia.

Forever and ever.

Do you think she'll like that?

Yes, I think she'll love it.

Well.

What have we here?

Dear Patricia.

I don't know what Jack has told you

about me.

Oh, nothing actually.

Why should I?

But he and I have been living here

as lovers.

Well, that's stretching it a bit.

Ever since he returned.

Jack is incapable of being faithful to anyone.

So forth and so on.

Would you like to keep that?

No, I don't want anything of yours.

Well, you can keep it if you like.

It's not a very good piece.

It was a nice idea that went wrong.

It's distorted somehow.

Just a bit warped in its conception.

Twisted.

In fact, for some reason it's always reminded

me of you.

Of me?

Yes.

Just a bit off.

God, how I hate you.

Hate?

Oh, I don't think so.

It wasn't hate that had us wrestling around

on the couch last night.

It was passion.

Maybe even love.

Love?

Yes.

Love.

Everything packed?

Yes, everything.

Right in here.

Debbie!

Yes.

How long?

How long what?

Will it take to get to Australia?

Well, it's going on a tramp.

First Yokohama, then Hong Kong, Manila, Singapore, then

on down to Australia.

About two months, maybe three.

You in a hurry?

No, I'm not.

But the person it's being shipped to might

be.

You know, you can't tell about these tramps.

Might get there early and be a surprise.

Yes, I'm sure it'll be a surprise.

It's still the same old storey A fight

for love and glory A case of do

or die